Tim's is at NAPS again, and while it wasn't exactly his choice to come, he's not completely sorry he had. The axe-throwing is entertaining enough, even if he's braced for a medical emergency to erupt at any moment, and he is, grudgingly, meeting people.

And running into people he already knows.

He nods in greeting to Hank, smirking a little at the comment about the probable outcome of the evening. "I hope you have 911 on speed dial."